Deep Thoughts, Hmmm...I'm NOT Jack Handy!

There are many things in my daily life I take very much for granted. You may or may not be able to relate. To help you relate I will try and tell you how I come to my conclusions. Cell phones, Before I had one I wondered how people could allow themselves to be so tied to communication that they could not leave their phone at home! Now, take away my cell phone and I am in a constant state of panic about what might have happened to my boys/mom/grandmother or anyone else who might have contacted me with some sort of BIG news that I might have missed without my phone there with me every second of the day. I can go a day without my phone. I just can't stay sane throughout that entire day without it. The other day I ran to Walmart. Just a quick trip, I was unable to complete properly due to my lack of cell phone. I had left it at home on the charger. It has become my wristwatch, calender, phone book, and over all go to gadget for any mathematical problem that I might need to tackle when away from my computer. (Both have replaced my dangerously out-moded calculator!)

Electronic dependence aside I have found I have other issues. At what time did I develop a super sensitivity to tags? I can't tell you the last time I bought a pack and/or pair of underwear that was not tag less. Well, actually there are 3 pairs of panties I picked up a few years ago at Victoria's Secret with tags but they were more like tiny ribbons than tags. But beyond that I have no real memory of what it is like to have a tag in my undies. What brought this to my attention you may ask? You may not want to know but as a matter of fact I was in the bathroom preparing to sit down and take care of some business when I thought I saw something that "did not belong" on my underwear. On re-inspection it was a "tag less" label on the back of my underwear. I then had a movie quality flash back to when I used to have tags, little flaps that one could literally tear out of said clothing. Try as I might I couldn't remember when that time really was. I have t-shirts, underwear, and I don't even know what else "tag less". My BABY has tag less t-shirts/onsies. I get seriously annoyed when I find a tag these days in any article of clothing. When did this serious inability to deal with tags develop? or has it always been there and we just now have addressed it as a society? The only drawback to this tag less revolution that I have found is trying to read the labels after much washing. I personally wash my underthings after every wear. Maybe we are not expected to do this or maybe better yet they have decided for us that we will have to replace our underthings much more often after the ink/stamp has faded off our clothes. (They being the powers that be in clothing manufacturing that have given us the blessing of no itchy/pokey tags.)

There are plenty of other things that cross my mind but I am just ditzy enough for them to only "hang on" long enough for me to ponder them and then for them to drift away. Oh and to appease Britt, who complained I am too wordy and don't include enough pictures I have included totally un-related pictures of Barrett and Kevin wrestling on our bed. Why? Because they are both tag less and cute!